Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Brunei and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mission of Burma to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Niagra,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Pulsallama,
Bill Wells,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Yaz,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Womack,
K-Klass,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül,
Man Parrish,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Delta 5,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Siglo XX,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DJ Style,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
The Trojans,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nik Kershaw,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.